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You need to reach out - that's what I was told I confided in a number of people Sat across a lot of wise spectacles Sympathetic coffees Blank invites Dispassionate loves You need medication - that's what I was told I popped a number of pills Over months, White, long Yellow, small A number of nights Crazy eyes, Erratic behaviour Strange moodswings You need a change of scenery - That's what I was told Miles and miles of sand A sea extending into the sky My heart became the feather That landed on waves And sank Far below The understanding of humanity Went to the hills Stream flowing by Which iced over at night Bare apple orchards Green and stone Woke up at 4 AM From where I stood, I couldn't see the sunrise My spirits Shattered and fell Along with some rocks Off the cliff's sheer face As I ended up On my hands and knees You need to meditate - that's what I was told Pure silence at 4 AM That's what I woke up to And I sat for an hour everyday Trying to focus on The "om" I was told about With the last echo I was left bereft of purpose Vision and energy I couldn't move on With the day
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
That's What I Was Told
You need to reach out - that's what I was told I confided in a number of people Sat across a lot of wise spectacles Sympathetic coffees Blank invites Dispassionate loves You need medication - that's what I was told I popped a number of pills Over months, White, long Yellow, small A number of nights Crazy eyes, Erratic behaviour Strange moodswings You need a change of scenery - That's what I was told Miles and miles of sand A sea extending into the sky My heart became the feather That landed on waves And sank Far below The understanding of humanity Went to the hills Stream flowing by Which iced over at night Bare apple orchards Green and stone Woke up at 4 AM From where I stood, I couldn't see the sunrise My spirits Shattered and fell Along with some rocks Off the cliff's sheer face As I ended up On my hands and knees You need to meditate - that's what I was told Pure silence at 4 AM That's what I woke up to And I sat for an hour everyday Trying to focus on The "om" I was told about With the last echo I was left bereft of purpose Vision and energy I couldn't move on With the day
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
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